I consented to the purchasing of a fucking electric guitar for Nick for Christmas. And surely I will suffer for my saintly generosity.

Now, I'm totally thrilled that the kid finally has a fricking hobby. And he's really into it, and has a natural knack for it as well - I want to be supportive, and I think it's important that he does this. I'm glad about it, really.

But shit. We even got him an amp. It's so fucking loud. And so is the goddamn Xbox ThreeSiddy, and Joey's sax (which he's notsogood at, which is quite painful to the ears, actually). Our condo is under 1100 square feet. There is nowhere to escape The Noise.

Calgon will not be enough to take me away.